Rattle And Hum

I dreamed I had a ticket for Agatha Christie's Mousetrap. I couldn't use it myself so I gave it to a small boy as a prize for winning a Faginesque pickpocketing game I'd been playing with a bunch of kids. Afterwards it struck me that it was maybe a little irresponsible to send him off to London by himself- so I spent the rest of the dream hovering around him like a guardian angel, asking a responsible-seeming older couple to keep an eye on him, advising on his travel arrangements, popping up to give him money...

It's a pleasant enough morning- so storm Barra has either moved on now or is taking a rest. Julia and a couple of the lads are cutting hedges, getting the garden neat for prospective buyers. "Gardening is a noisy business," says Ailz.